December 31, 2015

Despite the Odds is a Hot Deal at All Romance Ebooks today, so if you want to give Joshua and Michael's story a try now would be a good time. :)

Never judge a book by its cover.

Michael Campbell can’t hold a job for more than a few days. He’s lucky
his foreman is giving him another chance with the solar panel project at
an elementary school in Atlantic City. When he spies a man walking
strangely in front of the school, Michael laughs, assuming he’s drunk or
high. Little does he realize that Joshua Stone, a teaching assistant,
has cerebral palsy, and he’s having a bad muscle control day. Taking a
tumble right in front of the handsome construction worker is just his
luck.

When Michael learns the truth, he feels bad for his cruel behavior. He
offers to give Joshua—and his tricycle, the Racing Rhonda—a lift. Joshua
accepts the help, and suddenly there’s a gorgeous man breezing into his
life, turning his world upside down. But Michael has more issues than
his inability to hold down a job, and neither man is sure if they’ll be
able to overcome their fears in order to be together.

December 24, 2015

December 19, 2015

As an early Christmas gift I'm offering my story Hunter's Hunt to my readers. This story was published by Torquere Press but I got the rights back and changed a couple of minor things. Since I don't want submit it anywhere I'm posting it for free on my blog.

This drawing by Mondriana isn't completely fitting for the story but it's one of my favorite drawings by her, so... :)

Here's what the story is about:

Wanted: one bear. Must
be burly and hairy, and strong enough to paddle.

Hunter Bell is on the
prowl, and he knows just where to find his prey: at the Bear Trap, a gay
leather bar he’s more than a little familiar with. So many men, so
little time. He’s just about to pounce on his choice of the evening when
a newcomer enters the bar, turning everyone’s head. Adrian Michaels is
everything Hunter despises in a man. He’s lean and boyish looking, and
he has the deepest dimples Hunter’s ever seen.

And yet there is
an immediate attraction, one that neither man can deny. They’re both too
astonished to do anything about this apparent interest in one another,
and they waste their opportunity. Now it’s up to Hunter to forget about
his stereotypical preference and go for the guy that’s just entered his
dreams. If only he can admit to himself that Adrian’s what he really
wants..

Hunter’s
Hunt

by Chris T. Kat

Hunter leaned against the bar, idly
rubbing his thumb along his glass and re-distributing the condensation while he
observed the people in the room. Tonight was hunting night. It was going to be
a good night for that, Hunter could tell already. On a Saturday night, lots of
regular customers trooped into the Bear Trap in Oyster Creek, but also
lots of newcomers.

It was almost impossible to stumble
into the Bear Trap by accident as it was at the end of Leeds Point Road,
with the bay on both sides. Only sometimes—and mostly in the summer months—did
people end up here because they were looking for the Jersey Devil. Most of
these visitors fled as soon as they gathered the bar’s real intentions, which
was just as well with its customers.

Several of the newcomers caught
Hunter’s eye tonight. All of them wore the usual tight leather pants—showing
off their assets—and heavy boots. The dressing style of their upper bodies
varied greatly, though many wore plain nothing. Hunter didn’t complain because it
allowed him to separate the really great looking guys from the ordinary ones.
Tonight, Hunter needed someone special: a big, burly man he could fuck without
having to hold back.

His most recent encounters fell in
the what-the-hell-did-I-think
category. The men had seemed tough—and that’s how they still posed, except when
they caught a glimpse of Hunter—but the sex had been disappointing. Sure,
they’d endured Hunter’s paddles and strap, but neither of them had really
submitted to Hunter. It was all a game to them, nothing more. There had been no
serious desire to accept Hunter as the one calling the shots, which meant
Hunter needed to be more selective tonight.

He noticed a twink sizing him up and
grimaced inwardly. He was a magnet for those boy-like, young guys, who always
seemed to think he’d become their sugar daddy. Just because he was a large man
and he fit all the outer criteria for a bear didn’t mean he was interested in
those boys. He preferred his men big, even a tad on the fat side, and furry, period.

“Hey, you—”

Hunter cut the twink off, grabbing
the boy’s chin in his hand. The boy’s eyes grew large and Hunter forced himself
to keep his face impassive. No need to show the kid how amusing he found his
reaction.

“Kid, do yourself a favor and look
for a more suitable guy.”

The twink darted a glance at him
that was somewhere between embarrassment and longing but he scurried away
anyway, which was all that counted for Hunter. He kept an eye out for the kid
and soon discovered he’d found someone else. Actually, the kid had found
someone who could have been Hunter’s twin; the only difference was that this
guy allowed the kid to feel him up. Soon, both were oblivious to everything
else.

Hunter snorted into his glass; he
could never understand what some of the other bears hanging around here saw in
those slight, willowy guys. Did they never fear to break them?

He kept nursing his beer while he
stroked his beard, lost in thought. It was unusual for him to ponder whom he
wanted to bed, but his last encounters had proved that either the other guys
were changing or his own perceptions and desires were.

After about an hour, Hunter had
narrowed down his choice of prey to two men; one gray-haired, with tattooed
arms and a big beer gut that hung over his belt. He’d seen him around before
but the name eluded him. At least he knew the guy could take a strap applied to
his ass without fussing. He really wasn’t in the mood to soothe anyone tonight.
He longed to get his rocks off in a spectacular fashion. It had been too long
since he’d seen stars during his climax.

The other potential guy was bald,
but with bright green eyes, sturdy, and furred everywhere. Hunter’s pulse
fluttered as he thought how good it would feel to rub his fingers into that mat
of hair.

Hunter set his glass aside and
straightened, ready to make up his mind, when the door to the bar opened.
Hunter stopped dead in his tracks as several heads turned toward the newcomer.
Most conversations broke off, and the silence that followed was heavy with a ferocious
kind of hunger. The man who’d just entered wasn’t remarkable in any way, except
that he didn’t wear clothes according to the bar’s dress code. No leather, no
boots—just jeans, a shirt, and sneakers, all of which clung tightly to him
because he was drenched.

Someone next to him whistled
appreciatively. “Now that’s the prettiest pup I’ve seen in a long time.”

Hunter inspected the newcomer more
closely. The man was young and still fumbling around with something. From his
right side, someone handed the newcomer a hanky, eliciting a grateful smile
from the new guy, and Hunter knew that many men here would love to show this
guy what they saw as a good time.

Hunter watched the young man clean
his glasses. Did the guy knew about the bar’s reputation?

When the glasses were to the new
guy’s satisfaction, he pushed them on his nose and ran his fingers through his
hair, slicking it back. Hunter changed his mind—this guy was remarkable. Lean,
a well-sculpted upper body, and a boyish face only enhanced by the glasses he
wore. A lot of men would love to hook up with him, but Hunter wasn’t one of
them. The guy wasn’t his type; nope, absolutely not.

It took a moment for the newcomer to
absorb his surroundings and, when he did, he flinched. A few men chuckled upon
discovering the baffled look on the guy’s face, which proved that he indeed
hadn’t known about the nature of the Bear’s Trap. Hunter watched him
shift from one foot to the other while most men turned back and resumed their
conversations. The new guy remained rooted to the spot, dripping water all over
the floor, before he squared his shoulders and pushed through the mass of
bodies. At last he reached the bar, where Hunter was still standing, for some
unknown reason interested in this guy.

The newcomer waved at the bartender.
“Is there a phone anywhere?”

“You don’t have a cell phone?”
another guy asked, perplexed.

The newcomer shot him a drop-dead
look, startling Hunter into a laugh. The new guy turned toward him with a
quizzical look. Hunter was face-to-face with an irritated man, whose dark blue
eyes were blazing.

“Bad day?” Hunter heard himself ask.

“Craptastic.”

Hunter pulled his cell phone from
his pocket and held it out to him. “You might better go to the back. Otherwise,
you won’t be able to understand anything.”

Baffled, the other man took the
phone. “Thank you, uh, what’s your name?”

“Hunter.” He held out his hand for
the other man to shake.

“Last name or first name?”

“First.”

“Thanks, Hunter. I’m Adrian.”

“Hey, Adrian.”

Adrian gestured with the phone
toward the end of the bar and raised one delicate eyebrow. “This way?”

Hunter nodded and beckoned Adrian to
go past him. Adrian only came a few feet before one of the other men groped
him, drawing out a surprised yelp from Adrian. He shoved the guy aside then
proceeded farther into the back. On his way, he struggled with advances from
more guys than Hunter could count. At some point, Adrian whirled around and,
even from that distance Hunter could see the fast heaving of his chest, the
free hand balled into a fist, and the distressed look on his face.

With a sigh, Hunter pushed away from
the bar and strolled after Adrian. He caught up with him right when another
man, a regular customer called Dean, made a pass at him.

“Hey, knock it off. He’s with me,
Dean.”

“With you? Since when are you going
for his type, Hunter?” Dean asked with a sneer.

Hunter shrugged while he sent a dark
glower toward Dean. The other man to dropped his gaze and inspected the
contents of his glass. Hunter laid a hand on Adrian’s shoulder and pushed him
ahead. Adrian cast him a worried look but walked where Hunter steered him.
After opening a door to a private room at the end, he ushered Adrian through
and switched on the light.

“Go ahead.”

Adrian clutched the cell phone in
his hands, staring at Hunter with an apprehensive look. Hunter noticed that
Adrian’s eyes were of a dark, almost navy, blue. He swallowed. Even behind the
glasses, Adrian’s eyes seemed large and expressive. He had to concentrate on
listening to Adrian’s question. “Is this... is this some kind of leather bar?”

“Yeah. Never been in one before,
have you?” Hunter asked.

“No. No offense and all, but I’m not
very fond of it.”

“Scared?”

“Yes.”

“Need a bodyguard?”

Adrian eyed him before he obviously
came to some kind of decision. “You free for bodyguard duty for maybe an hour?”

“Sure.” Hunter grinned. “I won’t
even try to molest you.”

Adrian laughed, a light tinkle more
suitable for a boy than a grown man, before he flipped open the phone. Hunter
sat at a large table in the middle of the room, remembering times when he’d
bound other guys to this exact table and plowed into them. His mind provided
him with an image of Adrian kneeling on the table, and Hunter jerked away from
the table with a barely suppressed moan. Adrian took a step backward, which
brought him closer to the wall behind him.

Seconds later, Adrian was talking to
someone on the phone, and Hunter tried not to eavesdrop while he paced the
room, instructing his traitorous cock to behave. Whomever Adrian called gave
him an earful. Adrian’s voice turned into pleading as he talked, with the
occasional flustered glance directed at Hunter. To thwart himself from more
daydreaming, Hunter used the time to study Adrian’s face in profile. He was
everything Hunter despised: perfect complexion, dimples, long, dark eyelashes
and a thick mop of dark hair, fashionably cut.

“Just my luck to get rescued by
another overbearing guy.” Adrian rolled his eyes and tucked a loose strand of
black hair behind his left ear. On anyone else it would have looked ridiculous,
but on Adrian this gesture was... endearing.

Hunter cleared his throat before he
walked to the door. For a lack of a different topic, Hunter asked, “Ever heard
the terms bear and cub?”

“I’ve been to school?”

Hunter stopped in front of the door
and turned around, uncertain whether Adrian was trying to be funny or mocking
him.

“What?” Adrian asked, immediately on
the defense.

“You really have no idea, have you?”

“No.”

“This is a gay bar.”

“All the groping from the men at the
other side of the door clued me in, but thanks for the explanation anyway,”
Adrian said dryly.

A smile tugged at Hunter’s lips
before he said, “A bear is a certain type of gay man.”

Why did he feel the urge to explain
to Adrian where he was, anyway? He was a grown man, after all. Still, Hunter
wanted him prepared for what was behind the door while he waited for his
brother to pick him up. It was oddly disconcerting.

Adrian approached him, smiling, and
without the slightest hint of his earlier wariness, he gently cupped Hunter’s
cheek in his hand. Hunter couldn’t suppress a startled gasp as he enjoyed the
warmth of Adrian’s hand, the softness of his skin, while Adrian asked, “Is it
really necessary to peg everyone as something or the other? I don’t care.”

“Maybe you should, so you know what
to expect.”

Adrian pulled his hand away, leaving
Hunter weirdly bereft, and stepped aside. “There’s a bar filled with giant men,
who seem to either suck faces with other ginormously big men or have really
young guys sitting at their feet. That’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“How old are you again?”

“I didn’t say.” Adrian stared up at
him, obviously pondering whether he should give a different answer or not.
“Twenty-two.”

“You’re young.”

“You’re so observant.”

Adrian’s smile deepened his dimples
and made him look even younger. It should have been a revolting sight, or at
least it should have led to Hunter running for the hills but, instead, his lips
curved in a lopsided smile.

“You like me,” Adrian stated with a
smug little grin.

“I do.”

“Would you make me to sit at your
feet? Or lick your boots or such stuff?” Adrian asked.

Hunter hesitated. He had no qualms
about getting rough or demanding obedience, which also meant pushing the
boundaries sometimes, but it all seemed wrong when he thought about doing any
of it to Adrian.

“Think you’d break me?” Adrian
asked.

“You don’t seem to be that easy to
break.”

Adrian’s smile grew bigger. “Only
when you use a Lexan paddle. That guarantees me to burst into tears after the
third smack, tops.”

He shook his head in a vain attempt
to clear it, then squinted his eyes. Something wasn’t adding up. “But you
looked very uncomfortable, even scared, earlier. If you were versed in the
leather scene, you’d know about the terms bear and cub.”

“I don’t know anything about the
leather scene because it looks scary. Most of the guys in the bar were ready to
take something from me without my consent. That’s not really my cup of tea.
I’ve had lovers who were interested in spanking me, though.” Adrian lowered his
gaze to look at his feet. “I told my brother I’d wait outside the bar.”

“I’ll escort you,” Hunter replied.

He couldn’t deny that he was
intrigued and wanted to spend just a little more time with Adrian, maybe even
get cozy with him. This thought struck him as funny, especially because it was
a first, but when Adrian’s gaze flickered upward and he thanked him, the laugh
got stuck in Hunter’s throat.

* * * *

Hunter waited with Adrian outside
the Bear Trap because Adrian refused to stay inside. They stayed beneath
the roof of the bar, which offered minimal protection from the sharp wind
blowing inland. Adrian shivered and wrapped his arms around his torso before he
asked, “You don’t happen to have a jacket with you that you could lend me?”

“Sorry, no. I don’t freeze easily.”

Adrian looked him up, then bit on
the inside of his cheek.

“I know what you wanted to say,”
Hunter grumbled.

He normally didn’t care about other
people’s opinion but he knew he was a big man, one most people would describe
as overweight. He didn’t have a gut-belly but his muscles were all well hidden
underneath fat and hair. Add to that short-cropped brown hair and brown eyes,
and most people wouldn’t look twice at him. It was unsettling to become aware
that he wanted Adrian to like him, which also included his appearance.

Hunter was relieved when Adrian
said, “You’re not bad-looking.”

“Thanks.”

Adrian grinned before he wrapped his
arms tighter around himself. Hunter battled with his inner demons for a couple
more minutes, then held out his left arm. “I don’t have a jacket but I can
provide you with body heat.”

For a moment, he feared Adrian
wouldn’t accept his offer.

“That would be acceptable.”

Hunter snorted. “Get over here.”

Adrian closed the short distance
between them and cautiously nestled up against Hunter, who swore under his
breath when he came into contact with Adrian’s chilled body.

“Sorry,” Adrian said. His teeth were
chattering audibly.

Hunter pulled him in close and
rubbed his back, hoping to warm Adrian up a bit. Adrian leaned his head on
Hunter’s shoulder, and the trust implied in that small gesture caused Hunter’s
throat to close up. Just a little.

Hunter chuckled. It was a spur of
the moment thing when he decided to slip one hand underneath Adrian’s wet
shirt. His skin felt icy and goose bumps popped up in the trail of Hunter’s
hand. Adrian tried stifling his gasp but Hunter heard him nonetheless.

“Why are you this wet? And where’s
your car?”

“Yeah, well, my car broke down and I
didn’t have my phone with me.”

“You walked? In the middle of
nowhere you decided to walk? At night?”

“I was coming back from a trip to
New York and it was the first time I drove there. Coincidentally, it’s also the
last time. It’s hell to drive through New York traffic!”

Hunter laughed while he pulled
Adrian even closer. “I bet. So you drove back from New York... and then?”

“I took the Garden State Parkway,
but there was a detour. It was dark, I was tired...And, well, somehow I got
lost, so I followed the road. All of a sudden, my car makes weird sounds and
then... nothing.” Adrian sighed. “I managed to push it from the road but I
couldn’t get it started. The motor’s dead. So, yeah, I decided to walk and
follow the road. I knew it had to lead somewhere.”

“Well, it did,” Hunter assented.

“Who would have thought I’d find a
gay bar in the middle of nowhere? With such a nice knight in shining armor
even!” Adrian patted Hunter’s back, then wrapped both arms around Hunter’s
waist, squeezing it. There was more strength to Adrian’s wiry frame than Hunter
thought.

Without consciously knowing that
he’d done it, Hunter became aware of his other hand cupping the back of
Adrian’s head and gently massaging his scalp. His tender approach was
completely out of character for him but no one, absolutely no one, could have
forced him to act differently. This felt right. In a way it never had before.

Adrian’s shivering lessened but
never stopped completely. Hunter couldn’t bring himself to mind because it
allowed him to go on stroking Adrian’s bare skin, familiarizing him with the
planes of Adrian’s back and torso. His cock reacted to the skin contact with
almost embarrassing eagerness. Hunter noticed with satisfaction that he wasn’t
the only one with a boner because there was a hardness pressing against his
hip.

All too soon a large, blue pick-up
truck pulled to the curb, revealing an equally large man. Who stopped dead in
his tracks when he discovered Hunter. The man’s facial expression could only be
described as murderous.

“Adrian? I think your big brother is
here,” Hunter said softly.

Adrian still clung to Hunter and
mumbled, “Hmm? How do you know my brother?”

Adrian’s head shot up and he whirled
around, dislocating Hunter’s arms. “Hey, Matt!”

“Adrian,” Matt growled.

Hunter quickly seized the man up and
down, then relaxed a bit. Matt was a big man—almost as big as Hunter—but Hunter
felt confident he could knock him out in a fight.

“I-It’s not what it looks like,”
Adrian stammered.

“No?”

Hunter listened to the exchange with
growing trepidation. When Matt reached out to take Adrian’s arm, Hunter looped
an arm around Adrian’s waist and held him in place. Not bothering to hide his
concern, Hunter asked, “Are you safe with him?”

“Safe with me?” Matt echoed.

Adrian burst out laughing. Hunter
noticed Matt’s befuddled expression, but mostly he was occupied with feeling
Adrian’s stomach muscles flexing and contracting underneath his palm. There
wasn’t an ounce of fat on Adrian, or at least not one he’d found so far, and
normally that would be a major turn-off for Hunter.

“Yeah, dear brother, will I be safe
with you?”

“That’s the stupidest question
you’ve ever asked!” Matt exclaimed. His earlier unpleasant expression had
softened considerably in the last few seconds.

“Well, he seemed to think you might
be dangerous,” Adrian replied as he patted Hunter’s hand that still rested on
Adrian’s belly. “Matt, this is Hunter. Hunter, this is Matt, my big brother.”

Hunter stretched out his free hand
for Matt to shake, though he still remained alert. Matt stared at this hand for
a moment, then took it firmly in his own. Matt gestured between Adrian and
Hunter, before he asked, “So, you two know each other?”

“We do now,” Adrian quipped.

Matt’s eyes narrowed to small slits.

“Are you aware how this might sound
to your brother?” Hunter loosened his hold and turned Adrian around, bringing
them face-to-face.

“I don’t understand your question.”

Hunter gazed into Adrian’s eyes,
searching. When he found his answer, he stated, “Yes, you do.”

“Adrian, come on. I saw your car and
the tow truck is on its way. We better be there or your car will stay there for
the night,” Matt interrupted.

Adrian diverted his gaze and
whatever connection there might have been evaporated. Hunter pulled his hands
off Adrian, even though it was harder than he expected. “‘Bye, Adrian.”

Adrian looked at him oddly, as if he
was waiting for something, then seemed to almost collapse into himself. “Thanks
for helping me tonight.”

“Wow, I’m surrounded by the most
observant people ever!” Adrian rolled his eyes when Matt looked from his
brother to Hunter in confusion.

“Long story,” Hunter offered.

Matt clipped Adrian’s ear, even
though Adrian tried to ward off the attack. Their moves spoke of long practice.
While Adrian shoved Matt aside with a firm nudge of his elbow, Matt grunted.
“Aha. Thanks for taking care of my little brother. I know how annoying that can
be.”

“Hey!” Adrian protested.

“I didn’t mind,” Hunter said.

Matt opened his mouth but closed it
without saying anything. He gave Hunter a curt nod, then grabbed Adrian’s hand
and towed him to his truck. Adrian complained all the way about Matt acting
like their dad, but all his complaints obviously fell on deaf ears.

Eventually, Adrian climbed into the
car and Matt did the same. Matt made a U-turn while Adrian rolled down his
window. He waved at Hunter, sending him a last dimpled smile, and Hunter lifted
his hand to reciprocate. Hunter still stood there even when the taillights had
long vanished out of sight, uncertain how he felt about the last hour.

* * * *

Two weeks later, Hunter was tired of
dreaming. He usually couldn’t remember what he dreamed about, but since he’d
met Adrian all his dreams circulated around one single thing—Adrian.

At first, Hunter had laughed his
obsession off. After a week, it started to grate on his nerves. He’d been back
to the Bear’s Trap four times. Mostly in the hope Adrian would show up
again, even though he’d never admit it aloud. Adrian never came, so Hunter
tried to take the edge off his frustrated mind and found other playmates. Those
sessions had been rough and ended in very sore asses for his partners. Despite
their skilled efforts, Hunter could only climax when he envisioned Adrian on
his knees, sucking him off, or Adrian riding him.

His co-workers gave him a wide birth
after a few days, for which Hunter was grateful. He and one other guy laid the
lines for the lights in the rooms on the seventh floor at the casino they were
currently constructing. Hunter wasn’t interested in gambling or anything, he
just wanted to get rid of Adrian’s image. His recurrent dreams played havoc
with his temper, especially because he couldn’t wrap his mind about this weird
fascination with Adrian.

They didn’t talk for the rest of the
day. Only when Hunter came out of the shower at home, later that night, did he
realize that he might have a chance to contact Adrian. He had called his
brother from Hunter’s phone, so the number should still be trackable. Hunter toweled
off and dressed—all in record time—then hunted for his phone.

He flipped it open, searched and
scrolled around a bit until he found Matt’s number. With a thumping heart, he
stared at the one possibility he had to contact Adrian. Was he really going to
do it? What was he going to say? If Adrian was interested, he could have him
come back to the bar.

Hunter pushed all these worries
aside as he waited for Matt to pick up his phone.

“Hello?”

“Matt?” Hunter asked.

“Yes. Who’s there?”

“My name’s Hunter. We met two weeks
ago. I took care of your brother, Adrian

After a short pause, Matt replied, “Sure,
I remember. What can I do for you, Hunter?”

“I would like to talk to Adrian.”

Silence greeted him for a long time,
then Matt’s cautious voice came on again. “Why?”

“Just because.”

“That’s not going to fly with me,
man. This is my little brother we’re talking about.”

Hunter expelled a long breath. “All
right. What do you want me to say? I’d like to get to know him better and you’re
the only chance I have at getting in touch with him.”

“Hunter, I know what happens in the Bear’s
Trap, Adrian doesn’t. He doesn’t even understand how dangerous it could
have been for him in there. All he said to me was that you were there,
protecting him.” Matt sounded weary and worried.

“Look, I don’t want to harm him, and
I didn’t do anything to him the last time we met.”

Matt snorted. “Because I showed up.
I saw how you looked at him. I don’t like anyone looking at my little brother
the way you did.”

“That’s too bad for you because I’m
sure there are a lot of people interested in him,” Hunter replied.

“True, but they’re usually not that
much bigger than him. I can rely on him being able to protect himself.”

“I understand your concern, Matt,
so... how about you give him my number and my address? It’s up to him whether
he wants to meet up or not.” Hunter held his breath as he waited for Matt’s
answer.

“I swear if you hurt him in any way,
his other two brothers and I will go after you and make your life a living
hell.”

“It must be comforting for him to
know how you all feel about him,” Hunter replied dryly.

Matt laughed. “He keeps whining
about us. He always claims it’s a miracle he managed to lose his virginity at
all. All right, I got paper and a pencil. Shoot.”

Hunter gave Matt his number and
address, his heart thundering in a way it hadn’t done since he was a little
kid. The urge to tell Matt to hurry and talk to Adrian was strong, but he tamed
it to, “I hope he’ll consider calling.”

“Consider? He’ll be on the phone
within a minute. Every time I see him, he’s talking about you. Drives me nuts.
He would’ve been at the Bear’s Trap again if his car was fixed. I’ll
probably see him tonight.”

“Okay, ‘bye, Matt.”

Hunter gave a shout of victory.
Excitement flooded through his body, setting every nerve on fire. Since Matt
sounded so convinced Adrian would call, it was only a matter of time, wasn’t
it?

* * * *

Three hours later, Hunter’s earlier
exhilaration had dwindled into nothingness. Either Matt hadn’t seen Adrian or
Adrian had decided against calling Hunter. Neither option sounded good in
Hunter’s mind, although he very much preferred the second option if he had to
choose.

Hunter slouched on his sofa, a can
of beer in his right hand, irritable and dwelling just the tiniest bit in
self-pity, when the doorbell rang. Hunter got to his feet, clomped toward his
front door and opened it.

“Hi,” Adrian said. His hair was
mussed and his cheeks brightly colored, a sight that caused Hunter’s heart to
stumble, then race in hopeful anticipation.

It took Hunter a moment to get his
wits together. Then he asked lamely, “How did you get here?”

Adrian shrugged. “Do we have to
argue or will you let me come inside?”

Hunter stepped aside but Adrian
still had to squeeze past him. While he walked in, Adrian’s gaze remained
focused on Hunter, a smile lingering on Adrian’s face and his cheeks dimpling.
Fascinated, Hunter stared after Adrian and, at the same time, willed his
fingers to stop twitching. The compulsion to dip his fingers into Adrian’s
dimples, or to cup his face in Hunter’s hands, was so strong it bordered on
being uncomfortable.

“You all right?” Adrian asked.

He was halfway through the door,
then stopped and pushed close to Hunter. His hip brushed against Hunter’s
crotch, causing him to inhale sharply. The smile on Adrian’s face broadened. Even
in the dim light, Hunter could see the twinkle of mischief in Adrian’s eyes.

Hunter laid a hand on Adrian’s
shoulder, relishing in the fact that the contact shook loose a tremble from Adrian,
then closed the door. He remained silent as he steered Adrian into his living
room.

“I wasn’t sure you wanted to play
with me, though. I mean, I’m obviously not such a butch, like most of the guys
at the bar, and I think I’m lacking in the facial hair department. And,
well...you didn’t ask for my number or
anything, so...” Adrian trailed off.

“You’re not exactly my type,” Hunter
replied while he set his can aside.

“And still you called my brother
because you wanted to talk to me.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed and Hunter wasn’t
surprised to hear an edge in Adrian’s remark. Adrian wasn’t someone to be
bullshitted, which only endeared him more to Hunter.

“You didn’t just want to talk
to me, did you?” Adrian asked.

“What? You don’t want to get to know
me better before I plunder your ass?”

Adrian shivered. Even though he
cleared his throat several times, his voice sounded hoarse and a whole octave
higher than before, when he answered, “I’m all in favor of the
plundering-thing.”

“You’re taking a big risk here. Are
you always this trusting?” Hunter didn’t like the thought of Adrian hopping
into bed with just about anyone who offered to fuck him. It didn’t sit right
with him, absolutely not.

“No, of course not. Do you think I’m
an idiot?”

“Why me, then?”

“Sheesh, if I’d known you’d want to
dissect this, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up,” Adrian muttered. He walked
a few paces away, a calculating look on his face. Adrian made a show of
averting his eyes and looking at the front door.

“Are you trying to get a reaction
from me? Or do you really feel uncomfortable and want to leave? It’s up to
you.” Hunter sat down on his sofa, deliberately making himself smaller and less
intimidating.

Adrian sent him an irritated glare.
“You’re not doing this right. You’re supposed to growl at me and demand
obedience and all that other stuff.”

Hunter observed Adrian for a while,
the way he held himself, the way his gaze flitted from one thing to the other.
Adrian obviously hadn’t done this sort of casual hook-up before, but he didn’t
know the rules for this particular game, so he fell back on what he thought was
correct. Puzzled, Hunter asked, “Did you watch some porn since we met?”

“Everyone watches porn once in a
while.”

“But you watched a certain kind of
porn, didn’t you?”

Adrian shrugged. “It was...
educational.”

Hunter snorted as Adrian stopped
pacing. Patting a spot next to him on the sofa, Hunter said, “Come here. I
promise I won’t eat you alive.”

Adrian walked to him, but Hunter
could tell he was still highly alert and not completely at ease. After he sat
next to Hunter, he brusquely shed his jeans jacket, laid it over the sofa’s
backrest and scooted closer to Hunter.

“This is awkward. I thought we’d be
doing the fun stuff by now.”

Hunter wrapped his right arm around
Adrian’s shoulder, smiling. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Because you’re supposed to call
Matt at a certain hour, so he can make sure I didn’t turn out to be an ax
murderer?”

Adrian cracked up and pulled his
glasses off. After he put them on the small end table, he looked at Hunter and
Hunter was shocked how much younger he seemed without the glasses. A dimpled
smile appeared, when Adrian said, “Something like that. We still have a little
over two hours left, so how about we start now? I’ve never kissed a guy with a
beard.”

“Have a go, then.”

“Have a go? How very romantic. This
feels more like some kind of sex education and not—”

Hunter yanked Adrian on his lap and
swallowed Adrian’s yelp by slanting his mouth over Adrian’s. For an instant,
Adrian tensed up, so Hunter gentled his approach. He traced Adrian’s full lips
with his tongue, demanding entrance, and Adrian yielded against him, opening up
to him. Several minutes passed with kissing, and exploring each other’s mouths,
before they both had to come up for air.

“How is it to kiss a guy with a
beard?” Hunter asked.

“Pretty amazing, thank you.”

After giving Adrian’s hips a
squeeze, Hunter pushed his hands up along Adrian’s flanks, over his shoulders
and down Adrian’s back, delighting in the quivering of muscles in his hands’
wake.

“Receptive, aren’t you?” Hunter
murmured.

“One of my best character traits.”

Hunter blinked at the man who was
currently straddling his lap and blurted, “I like you.”

“Great, I like you too. How about
that ass plundering now?” Adrian widened his eyes in a deliberate attempt at
being coy, but without even the remotest hint of trying to conceal that he was
playing it up.

Hunter chuckled. He wasn’t used to
having so much fun with someone else. No, that wasn’t right. He was used to
having fun, but not in the way he did now. There was something lighthearted and
carefree about Adrian to which he responded with an almighty rush of affection.

“What exactly do you want, Adrian?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Spell it out for me.”

Adrian’s lower lip slipped out into
a pout, inviting Hunter to nip at it. He followed the invitation, which drew a
startled gasp from Adrian.

“I want you to fuck me. And I’m not
adverse to you spanking my ass.”

“I think I might be able to fulfill
your wishes.” Hunter sized Adrian up and down, mentally taking stock of
Adrian’s physique to gauge how far he could go with him.

“What?” Adrian asked. “I thought
we’d made it clear I’m not so easy to break.”

“You’re not up to deal with some of
the things I usually do to the guys I lay, Adrian.” Hunter warded off Adrian’s
protest by pressing his thumb against his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, at
least no more than you can take. And believe me, I could harm you.”

Tremors fluttered through Adrian’s
body, even though he kept his face impassive. “Did you try to be reassuring or
something like that? Because I have to tell you, you suck at that.”

Laughing, Hunter pulled Adrian into
his arms until he had him securely tucked against his chest. “There’s never
been anyone who had the audacity to tell me I suck.”

“About time someone told you, I’d
say.”

Hunter laughed even harder. Adrian
relaxed against him and Hunter brought his hand down on Adrian’s ass with a
sharp smack. Adrian jumped and yelped but, at the same time, a bulge formed in
Adrian’s pants. Hunter kept his hand on Adrian’s ass, and with his other hand
he snatched Adrian’s hand, that had wandered toward his ass to rub there.

“Your hands stay here,” Hunter
demanded. He pulled Adrian’s hand back toward his shoulder, then pressed a kiss
on his forehead. “Understood?”

“Yes. If I repeat that you suck will
you do it again?” Adrian pressed his ass into Hunter’s palm for emphasis.

“You really do like getting your ass
spanked, don’t you?”

“I thought we’d established that
already?” Adrian countered. “Do you need me to repeat it? Maybe you’re a bit
slow on the uptake?”

“Oh, no. You’re not setting the
scene.” Hunter withdrew his hand from Adrian’s ass and instead rested them on
Adrian’s hips.

There was no mistaking the distress
he saw on Adrian’s face, when he complained in a mix of exasperation and
anxiety, “You’re not playing by the rules.”

Hunter grinned at him. “Settle down
and don’t rush.”

“I’m not rushing,” Adrian mumbled.

He grabbed Hunter’s hands in an
attempt to pull them where he wanted them. Hunter allowed him to try for a
whole minute before he shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

Adrian was breathing fast and his
eyes had gotten big. “You’re strong.”

Adrian seemed to think this over.
“You’re the first guy I met who isn’t concerned about his appearance.”

“Nah. I am concerned, but I don’t
need to have a six pack or bulging muscles and the like.”

“You don’t like six packs? Houston,
we have a problem!”

Hunter erupted laughing. He couldn’t
remember if he’d ever laughed that much with someone he was going to be
intimate with.

“Let me see,” Hunter demanded as he
pushed Adrian’s shirt up, revealing a flat and finely toned stomach. Of course,
he’d seen Adrian’s torso two weeks ago, since the wet shirt clinging to
Adrian’s body had left nothing to the imagination. But now he was allowed to
examine Adrian’s body however long he wanted. He traced the planes and ridges
of Adrian’s muscles, chuckling when Adrian shuddered. “These are nice. I think
I’ll survive fucking you, even though you’ve got to have the most sculpted
stomach muscles I’ve ever touched.”

A flush spread out from Adrian’s
cheeks, over his throat and neck toward his chest. “Thanks, I think.”

“Lift up,” Hunter instructed him,
then pulled the shirt off.

Hunter stared at Adrian’s bare
torso, every muscle defined and barely a single hair on his chest. He
represented the body type Hunter disliked, yet there wasn’t anything about
Adrian he didn’t like.

“Are you done staring?”

Adrian’s question drew Hunter out of
his reverie. “Just admiring the view.”

He reached out, laid his hands on
Adrian’s shoulders, and slowly mapped the contours of Adrian’s upper body with
his hands. Adrian held himself stiff until Hunter demanded softly, “Breathe and
don’t bottle it up.”

Adrian expelled a couple of harsh
breaths before his breathing became fast but steady. Hunter took his time,
tracing each muscle, tendon, and the most bulging veins. Goose bumps rose on
Adrian’s skin while his trembling increased. A soft moan tumbled from his lips,
coaxing Hunter to look at his face. Adrian’s eyes were closed and his mouth
slightly agape, while the carotid at his throat pulsed wildly.

Hunter bent forward and flicked his
tongue against Adrian’s left nipple. Another gasp fell from Adrian’s lips while
he clutched Hunter’s shirt for support. Hunter gave Adrian’s right nipple the
same treatment before he nipped at it, causing Adrian’s to flinch.

“Sensitive,” Hunter murmured. He was
used to no apparent reaction from his other playmates when he teased their nubs
and, for a second, he worried if Adrian’s sensitivity would turn him off.

Adrian swallowed, then whispered,
“No. I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you. Maybe you’re right and I’m
really not up to deal with some of the stuff you usually dish out.”

“You’re not and that’s fine. You’re
an exception to the rule, anyway, so why shouldn’t I treat you differently?”

Hunter watched Adrian’s expression
change into open anxiety. Deciding he liked the enraptured expression from
earlier much better, he stroked Adrian’s back with one hand while he used his
other to rub Adrian’s nipples till they stood erect.

“How about that?” Hunter asked.

“It’s good.” Adrian was still
clasping Hunter’s shirt but with obvious effort forced himself to release it.
He pointed at the buttons of Hunter’s shirt and asked, “May I?”

“So polite.” Hunter smirked. “Yes,
you may.”

Adrian made short work of Hunter’s
shirt. As soon as he’d laid bare Hunter’s chest, he dug his fingers deep into
Hunter’s hair.

After carrying Adrian into his
bedroom and placing him onto the mattress, Hunter swiftly climbed up on the
bed. Adrian was sprawled out on his back, his black hair fanned out on the
white pillow, and for a moment Hunter’s throat closed at the beautiful sight in
front of him. He didn’t know how to go on, but then decided to act as if
nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He pushed Adrian’s knees apart so he
could kneel between them.

“Am I still in trouble?” Adrian
asked as he clasped his legs around Hunter’s waist.

Effortlessly, Hunter pried Adrian’s
legs off him and pushed them toward Adrian’s chest. He stopped when Adrian’s
knees were pressed tightly against his chest, effectively bending him in half.

During the process, for which Hunter
had made sure to take his time, Adrian’s eyes widened and his breathing sped
up. Hunter could feel the tension in Adrian’s body, while he controlled himself
to radiate calmness. It was only because he observed Adrian’s face so closely
that he had a chance to keep him still. A small crease formed between Adrian’s
eyes before he suddenly put all his strength into a vigorous escape attempt.

Hunter remained calm and unwavering,
which wasn’t an easy feat since Adrian, despite being much slighter than
Hunter, was young and fit, and very obviously testing Hunter’s power. After a
while, Adrian stopped and Hunter watched him swallow heavily once, then asked
mildly, “Did I pass the test?”

“Test?” Adrian sounded wheezy. Hunter
lessened the pressure on Adrian’s legs, so he could breathe freely.

Hunter slapped his right hand down
sharply on Adrian’s ass. Adrian yelped and one hand flew to his ass to rub away
the sting Hunter’s hand had left.

“Don’t play me, Adrian.”

“But I thought that’s what we’re
doing?”

Hunter smacked Adrian’s other cheek,
this time with force. Adrian’s next yelp was much louder before he replied,
“Okay! Yes, you passed! I wanted to see if you’re as strong as you seem to be.”

“If you want me to be in charge, say
so.” Hunter pulled Adrian’s legs down, then winked. “It’s no trouble.”

Adrian’s light laughter bubbled out
of him as he said, “I bet.”

Grinning, Hunter opened Adrian’s
belt buckle. With deliberate casualness, he proceeded to open Adrian’s jeans,
all the while caressing Adrian’s belly and hips. He held eye contact with
Adrian, noticing the hungry expression on Adrian’s face before he dipped his
fingers into Adrian’s jeans and boxers and said, “Lift up.”

Hunter kept his voice soft and his
fingers deft while he pulled Adrian’s clothes to his ankles. Instead of untying
Adrian’s sneakers, he left everything as it was and sidled up next to Adrian’s
left side. For a moment, he took in the sight of Adrian on his bed, all sleek
skin and finely toned muscles. When Adrian’s thigh muscles began to quiver,
Hunter reached out to stroke along the trembling limb.

Adrian sucked in a sharp breath.
“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“No?”

“Not too much anyway,” Adrian
amended.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Helping me to get rid of my shoes
and jeans would be a really great start.”

Hunter, still with his hand on
Adrian’s now unmoving thigh, looked up at Adrian, not really comprehending
Adrian’s words.

“What?” Hunter asked.

“My shoes.” Adrian gestured to his
feet. “This is awkward and I can’t move around and show you how flexible I am
if I don’t get rid of my clothes.”

For a short moment, Hunter believed
him. He really believed Adrian was that innocent, but then he caught a glimpse
of a twinkle in Adrian’s eyes. Shaking his head, he stretched out on his side
next to Adrian. After propping himself up on an elbow, he traced a finger over
Adrian’s abdomen, again following the deep ridges. “I get it.”

“What do you get?”

“That you’re not fond of explaining
what you want to do. Oh, and you’re not shy of mocking me,” Hunter added.

“Sorry, but what would you like me to do sounded like something from a bad
romance.” Adrian shifted over on his side, dislocated Hunter’s hand, then
heeled off his sneakers and kicked off his jeans and boxers. He sighed.
“Better.”

Smiling, Hunter laid his hand on
Adrian’s hip, enjoying the feel of smooth skin underneath his palm. A second
later, he started, but with great effort thwarted himself from pulling his hand
away as if it had caught fire.

Still, Adrian noticed and asked
curiously, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Right. For a moment you looked as
if you were disgusted.”

“Disgusted? No. I realized this is
the first time I enjoyed touching skin that wasn’t covered in hair.” Hunter
shrugged. “I was merely surprised.”

“Oh, okay.”

Adrian scooted closer to Hunter,
until they were pressed together from head to toe. Hunter smiled into Adrian’s
hair when Adrian ground his growing erection against Hunter’s crotch. For a
while, he allowed Adrian to rub himself against him, then pressed a hand firmly
on Adrian’s ass to immobilize him.

“No,” Adrian whined.

“Yes.”

Adrian pulled his head away far
enough to look at Hunter. In a pleading voice, he said, “Please?”

Hunter had never been one who liked
his partners to beg because he prided himself on always knowing what they
wanted. The sex he’d had so far in his twenty-nine years of life had followed
an unwritten script, one he didn’t need to think about. Here, with Adrian, it
was different. He wasn’t sure what Adrian was pleading for, and he’d be damned
if he got it wrong.

“Adrian, you have to help me out
here. What is it you want?” Hunter asked. Adrian’s expression shuttered in an
instant. Quickly, Hunter added, “Just a hint.”

Hunter could tell Adrian was
struggling with himself, the apparent tension in his body a tell-tale sign. He
nudged Adrian’s face a bit more backward to gain better access to his mouth.
Once he reached it, he flicked his tongue against Adrian’s bottom lip before he
nipped at it. Adrian gasped and Hunter used the chance to slip his tongue
inside Adrian’s mouth.

Adrian’s arm came up to clutch at
Hunter’s shoulder, digging into his flesh almost painfully, while Hunter licked
at the roof of Adrian’s mouth, then traced every tooth before he eventually
sucked on the tip of Adrian’s tongue. He was rewarded with Adrian’s shallow
breathing and his erection growing into full hardness.

Hunter moved his hand from Adrian’s
hip to his cock and encircled it. At the first contact, Adrian cried out and
desperately pushed into Hunter’s hand. Hunter wanted to take it slow, but
Adrian’s mewl and moans disabused him from his plan. Instead he rolled Adrian
on his back, knelt beside him, and pumped Adrian’s cock, setting a fast pace.

Adrian was spread out on the bed
with his legs wide open. Hunter concentrated on the feel of his long shaft, the
heat it emanated, and the frantically pulsing vein at the underside. Adrian’s
cockhead shone wetly with pre-come, and wetness dampened Hunter’s briefs. He
administered a hard squeeze on his cock, which lessened the pressure to the
point where he didn’t have to fear he’d blow his load any minute.

After casting a glance toward
Adrian’s enraptured face, Hunter bent down and took Adrian’s cockhead into his
mouth. It was all he had to do. Adrian’s hips canted upward and jet after jet
of semen spurted into Hunter’s mouth while Adrian cried out his release.
Usually, Hunter didn’t swallow, but for some reason, he never even thought
about using a condom. The salty taste of Adrian exploded on his taste buds, and
all he could think of was how much he liked it, and that part of Adrian would
be forever incorporated in his own body.

Hunter abode by Adrian’s wish, but
his hand stayed around Adrian’s cock, weighing it and loving the feeling of it
as it softened. “Pity,” he said.

Adrian laughed, then looked down at
Hunter with something akin to embarrassment. He pointed at Hunter’s crotch with
a quivering hand. “Sorry. I guess I was a bit selfish. I’ll take care of that
for you.”

He moved into a sitting position,
swayed and toppled backward. Hunter watched him fling his arm over his eyes,
color high in his cheeks before he mumbled, “Just give me a moment.”

Hunter squeezed the base of Adrian’s
cock. “Who told you that’s what I wanted?”

Adrian peered at him from under his
partially lifted arm, a bewildered expression on his face. “You don’t want me
to return the favor?”

“I want to fuck you, and you’re
young. You’ll recuperate in no time. I still owe you a red ass anyway.”
Adrian’s cock twitched in Hunter’s hand. “Ah, I see we have an agreement here.”

“The way you talk should totally
creep me out.”

“Why?”

Adrian lifted his arm and held both
hands out to Hunter. Without consciously registering what he was doing, Hunter
let go of Adrian’s cock, took Adrian’s smaller hands in his, and pulled him up
and into his arms. After he’d secured Adrian against his chest, he swept one
hand in broad strokes over Adrian’s back, feeling him quiver.

“Adrian, why?”

“I don’t know.”

Hunter brought his hand down hard on
Adrian’s ass. “Adrian.”

Adrian yelped and answered, “But I
really don’t know.” He drew in a deep breath, then added, “At least not fully.
It’s just... usually, I’d be laughing my ass off, but with you it’s different.
I guess I’d better shut up or you won’t fuck me, hmm?”

Hunter rested his hand on Adrian’s
ass and pressed a kiss on the tousled mop of dark hair, inhaling Adrian’s
slightly sweaty scent, combined with a flowery kind of aroma. Hunter wasn’t
even surprised about the flowery stuff and, to his astonishement, he realized
he didn’t care—at all. Adrian’s hair felt soft against his lips, almost like
silk, which wasn’t a fabric Hunter was overly fond of because it always seemed
to elude a firm grasp.

“You’re something else,” Hunter
murmured, still engrossed in the texture of Adrian’s hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Smelling your hair.”

“Um, all right.” Adrian snuggled
deeper into Hunter’s body and Hunter noticed how relaxed he was. Adrian
breathed in and out deeply, his ribcage pushing lightly against Hunter’s chest
each time he drew air into his lungs. Hunter closed his eyes to concentrate on
Adrian’s breathing pattern, adjusted his own and, maybe a minute later, they
breathed in unison.

Adrian sagged even farther against
Hunter, and the total trust this gesture showed was an eye-opener for Hunter.
This was only his second meeting with Adrian, and he sure as hell wasn’t his
usual kind of guy, but Hunter would be damned if he wouldn’t try with all his
might to keep him. A long-term fling? Suddenly, this didn’t sound as alien as
it had only a month ago.

Adrian’s next question interrupted
Hunter’s train of thought. “So, I take it you’re more a teddy bear than a wild
bear?”

Hunter laughed loudly while he
scooted to the bed’s edge, with Adrian in his arms. There, he put his feet on
the floor and arranged Adrian face-down over his lap.

Adrian peered at him over his
shoulder, dark strands of his hair obscuring half his face. Hunter brushed the
offending strand away, only to have it fall back the way it was before. He
tucked it behind Adrian’s ear, still chuckling, and watched the grin on
Adrian’s face grow bigger. With his dimples showing, Adrian was the personification
of cuteness. Hunter’s eyes crinkled while his heart softened. This one here,
draped deliciously over his lap, was special.

After clearing his throat, Hunter
said, “I’ll show you teddy bear.”

“Oh, please do!”

Hunter shook his head, then cupped
Adrian’s outer hip with his left hand to keep him still. With his right hand,
he rubbed Adrian’s ass cheeks, sometimes squeezing and sometimes dipping his
finger into the crease, which always resulted in Adrian spreading his legs for
him, a soft sigh tumbling over his lips.

Adrian had pulled his arms under his
head and pressed his forehead onto his crossed forearms, his whole body posture
declaring he was at ease and content with the world. Hunter lifted his hand and
brought it down sharply on Adrian’s right ass cheek. Adrian jumped but
otherwise remained silent. Hunter started a steady stream of slaps, alternating
between Adrian’s ass cheeks.

Soon, Adrian began to hump against
Hunter’s leg, which was Hunter’s clue to up the intensity of the spanking. He
peppered Adrian’s ass with a volley of sharp spanks, all concentrated on his
sit spot, or the crease where cheeks met thighs. Adrian’s grinding motion
against Hunter’s leg grew erratic but he wasn’t silent anymore. His moans were
sometimes interspersed with hisses and yelps, and Hunter bit down on his lower
lip to keep control over his own rock-hard erection.

“Don’t you dare to come like this,”
Hunter growled at one point.

Adrian mewled, and his legs seemed
to have developed a life on their own. Hunter raised his right leg, which
caused Adrian’s ass to stick up higher. The skin on Adrian’s ass glowed, a dark
red patch between the whiteness of his back and thighs.

He waited until Adrian stopped
wheezing and twitching before he lifted him off his lap and instructed, “Get on
your knees, ass out, head down on your arms.”

Adrian crawled into the middle of
the bed where he took up the desired position. Hunter got up and stripped out
of his clothes, sighing in relief when he freed his straining erection. He gave
it a couple of long strokes, then squeezed the base of it in the hope of
warding off his climax. The sight of Adrian, alone—on his bed, utterly serene,
and waiting on him—caused a few drops of pre-come to ooze out of the tip of his
cock, though.

“Fuck,” Hunter ground out. “This is
going to be fast. You like fast, Adrian?”

At first, Hunter thought Adrian was
too deep into himself, but eventually he heard him whisper, “Whatever you
want.”

Hunter tore open the nightstand’s
drawer, dug for a condom and lube, and threw both items on the bed. Adrian
didn’t even flinch. After ripping the condom foil, Hunter quickly rolled it
over his cock, then smeared a generous amount of lube all over it. He lathered
his fingers with the liquid before he crawled over Adrian and knelt behind him.

Adrian expelled a deep breath when
Hunter grasped his left hip with one hand and applied the grease between
Adrian’s ass cheeks. Before Hunter aligned his cockhead to Adrian’s hole, he
rubbed his hand over Adrian’s sore ass, at least eliciting a reaction that
consisted of more than just a change of breathing.

“Please,” Adrian begged, his voice
sounding choked on emotions.

“You don’t need to beg, Adrian.”

Hunter pushed into Adrian’s body,
anticipating at least a little bit of resistance, but to his surprise there was
none. He could push into Adrian in one swift motion until he was sheathed to
the hilt in welcoming tightness. A groan tore free from his throat when his
balls rested against Adrian’s backside.

Adrian sneaked a hand toward his
cock, immediately starting a rapid jerking-off session. Hunter allowed it for a
few seconds, then smacked Adrian’s ass, introducing Adrian to his real
strength.

Adrian whimpered as he nodded his
head. When Hunter was sure to have a firm grasp on Adrian’s slender hips, he
pulled almost all the way out. At first he set a rhythm of long, steady
strokes, making sure to go deep, but Adrian remained almost motionless.
Frowning, Hunter kept up the pace of his thrusts while he searched for any sign
of what Adrian needed. His own cock begged for release, making it almost
impossible to think.

Frustrated, he sat back on his heels
and pulled Adrian with him. Adrian cried out and jerked violently in Hunter’s
arms.

“Ah, there it is. Feels good, hmm?”
Hunter asked.

Adrian bobbed his head up and down,
gasping and trembling. Hunter had not much leeway in this position, couldn’t do
much more than slightly roll his hips but whenever he circled his hips even a
tiny fraction, Adrian shuddered and moaned. Sweat broke out at the nape of
Adrian’s neck, beckoning Hunter to lick away some of it. For the time being,
Hunter refused to follow the invitation, fearing he’d combust.

Hunter wasn’t used to being more or
less immobile; the tantalizing slow movements were more than he could handle.
The urge to bend Adrian back into the earlier position, so he could slam into
him, caused him to struggle with his composure. Hunter also wasn’t used to
prioritize his sex mate’s feelings over his own. If they came way after Hunter
had already climaxed, that was their problem. It just didn’t work this way with
Adrian. Cursing, Hunter closed his hand around Adrian’s long cock.

Adrian responded with a sharp twist
of his head. He flicked his tongue against Hunter’s beard, before he teased the
corner of Hunter’s mouth. Hunter slanted his mouth over Adrian’s, and while he
suckled on Adrian’s tongue, he fisted Adrian’s cock. A shiver surged through
him when Adrian clenched his ass muscles around his shaft. At the same time,
Adrian rubbed his ass against Hunter’s thighs and belly.

From the corner of his eyes, Hunter
watched a few drops of sweat roll down Adrian’s throat and pool into his
clavicle. Prying his lips off Adrian’s, Hunter couldn’t refuse any longer. He
dipped his tongue into the mole, relishing in Adrian’s moan.

For a long time they stayed locked
in this position, where neither of them could move more than an inch. At least
Hunter thought it was a long time; he seemed to lose track of it at some point.
His cock hurt but, instead of reaching his peak, he seemed to soar higher and
higher.

“Adrian,” Hunter wheezed.

Adrian was beyond replying with
words. Nonetheless, he seemed to understand everything Hunter implied with the
mention of his name. He broke the iron grip Hunter had around his waist and
went back into their earlier position. Hunter followed him, since he didn’t
want to lose their connection—not even for a second. He urged Adrian to stay on
all fours, made sure he had the angle right, and pistoned his hips back and forth.

He hit Adrian’s gland spot-on at
every thrust and soon he lost himself in the primal rhythm of fucking Adrian.
Their skin made the distinct slapping sound of flesh-on-flesh, while their
breathing became labored and both of them moaned continuously.

“Adrian, now!”

Hunter’s words had barely left his
mouth when Adrian convulsed, crying out his release. The sudden spasming of
muscles around his shaft sent Hunter over the edge as well. Jets of semen
spurted out of his cock, almost too intense to cope, and Hunter shouted his
ecstasy for all the world to hear.

* * * *

Much later, Hunter was on his back,
with Adrian nestled up to his side. Adrian had buried himself into Hunter’s
arms and body, clinging to him after they both had come down from their high. He
hadn’t said a word since then; occasionally, he lifted his head to peer at
Hunter with an awed expression. Hunter left him to it without comment.

Eventually, Hunter fell into a light
slumber, which was only interrupted whenever Adrian moved around. Adrian didn’t
move much but, each time he did, Hunter’s eyes flew open, afraid Adrian might
leave their very comfortable nest, and tightened his grip. Hunter couldn’t
remember if he’d ever felt so content in his life, and wondered why holding
Adrian didn’t feel strange. He’d never been one to cuddle, especially not after
sex.

Hunter’s thoughts went back to more
mundane things when Adrian stretched himself lazily. Adrian was busy twirling
strands of Hunter’s belly hair around a finger, sometimes pulling at it, but
never letting go. Suddenly he stopped and his whole body tensed up. Hunter
turned his head to look at Adrian. “What?”

“Hmm?”

“Something happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

Hunter moved his hand from Adrian’s
hip to his ass, squeezed and evoked a hiss from Adrian.

“Sore?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Too sore?”

“You’re the biggest guy who’s ever
fucked me but no, not too sore.” Adrian surprised Hunter with his next
movement. Instead of rolling to the side, he climbed on top of Hunter and
straddled his hips. His ass rested right above Hunter’s soft cock, but he still
couldn’t suppress a moan. Adrian asked in subdued voice, “May I kiss you again
before I go?”

“You may kiss me as often as you
like, Adrian.”

He watched Adrian’s gaze skitter
around the room as the anxiety built within Adrian. Hunter wondered if Adrian
even knew the telltale signs he showed, like the broken eye contact, the
hunched up shoulders, and the incessant tapping of his slender fingers on his
thighs.

Adrian opened his mouth but no word
came out. He closed it and pressed his lips into a tight line, then ducked his
head, which caused his hair to fall forward and hide his face. Hunter took pity
on him and asked softly, “Do you want to leave or do you believe that’s what I
want?”

Adrian’s head snapped up, revealing
a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. Tears welled up in Adrian’s eyes while
his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down several times. Hunter didn’t waste any more
time. He sat up, wrapped his arms around Adrian’s trembling form, and pulled him
into his chest. Adrian wound his arms around Hunter’s neck, hanging onto him
with a force that told Hunter all he needed to know.

He brought their faces together,
rubbed his beard gently against Adrian’s still smooth cheek and pressed a kiss
into Adrian’s dimple. “I know you don’t want to leave and I know you’re
terrified of admitting it because you don’t know how I’ll react, especially
since I made such a fuss about you not being my type. Did I get it right so
far?”

Adrian’s clasp around his neck became
even more powerful and the trembling went over into full body-wracking
shudders. Adrian nuzzled back, then whispered, “Yes.”

“I had a change of heart. You’re
exactly my type and you’re not going anywhere tonight.”

“Just tonight?”

Hunter was astonished how easily the
next words came. “You’re mine now. We will make this work, Adrian.”

“Thank you,” Adrian said fervently.
“Thank you.”

“You might want to call your brother
now. Tell him I’m not an axe murderer or anything more evil.”

Adrian loosened his embrace and
laughed with his head thrown back, a full, joyful laughter, sending a spark of
delight through Hunter. This wasn’t just lust or clicking on a sexual level,
Hunter realized—he was falling in love.